Hours later, despite all their efforts, Kehir and the others were unable to breach the bronze gates of the Temple of Kane.

He ordered a dozen sturdy dreadsmiths to bring their battering rams, and the crowd shouted and was about to bang on the gate again, but suddenly the gate opened automatically.

In an instant, the extremely rich smell of blood came to the face, making people suddenly change color and feel sick.

Kehill and Anzales squinted into the temple with a sick stench.

The dark hall was filled with a thick red mist like water, which drifted to Kehir's cheeks, and it felt cold to the touch, and he subconsciously wiped it away with his hands, only to be surprised to find that his hands were covered with blood.

"It's... Materialized blood mist. Anzales and others were equally shocked.

Fear turned into a dagger against the hearts of everyone present, and Kehir pursed his chapped lips and led the man cautiously into the temple hall.

The soldiers who originally rushed in, the witch spirit and hundreds of civilians were all gone, and only shriveled corpses were left on the ground, as if they had been forced to have their blood drawn out of their bodies and died miserably.

According to the panic and uneasiness in Naxia's heart, a group of people explored in the dreamlike hazy blood mist, and finally, on the steps of the faint moonlight, a slender figure was projected in the gap in the ground full of bones. ，

Hemmer dragged an extremely long blood sword down the steps leading to the blood cauldron, he exuded an ominous aura all over his body, and the long sword in his hand was like flowing blood, which was both strange and infiltrating, and the brain of others would fall into a brief sting pain as long as they looked at it.

"Your Excellency!" Kehir hurriedly stepped forward, but saw Hemer raise his head and look at him faintly, his eyes flashed with a chilling light, as if hitting people's hearts, and suddenly, Kehir subconsciously trembled his limbs and took a step back.

Now Hemer is only half of his consciousness awakened, the original blue pupils are now one of the original blue, the other is mysterious purple, under the influence of Ez, his emotions are in a semi-controlled state, if Kehir is a little closer, the strong desire to kill will make Hemer wave the blood blade mercilessly.

Everyone present was afraid, but they did not dare to retreat for fear of being noticed by Hemer.

Elaidon was the only one who didn't speak, just squinted, looking at him with a gaze that Hemmer saw through from the outside in.

Night is an endless black curtain, and there are silver poems written by the stars in the sky, in the temple, and where the night sky meets the earth. The lonely moonlight fell on the steps, reflecting Hemer's unusually clear and deep features, his face was pale, his white hair swaying in the wind, and his temperament was much colder than usual.

His blood-red armor reflected the cold light of his heart palpitations in the moonlight, and looking at the thousands of shriveled corpses nearby, a terrible guess arose in the hearts of everyone present at the same time...

If it weren't for the lord's appearance clearly, Kehir and the others would have thought that a demon had come out of the temple.

Ignoring the gazes of others, Hurmer held his muddy forehead with his hand and waved away the bloody blade in his hand, while the pupil color of his right eye slowly changed from purple to blue.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" Kehir plucked up his courage and asked tentatively again.

"Okay." Hemer's voice was low. If it is entangled with the consciousness of the third-order slacker demon, it can still be called fine.

He buried his head, his confused eyes were covered by bangs, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"How's the midnight crackdown on death going?"

"Go back to your lordship, everything goes well. All the witches who resisted were killed on the spot, and more than a dozen of the remnants who survived escaped from Ironthorn Town by moonlight. However, the temperature outside was extremely low, and they were injured again, believing that they would not escape long before they collapsed on the frozen ground. In addition, I have sent people to conduct door-to-door searches to ensure that no fish slip through the net. ”

"Good." Hemmer breathed heavily, "Collect the troops and go back to the manor." ”

He glanced meaningfully at Eliden next to him, who smiled back as usual.

She really doesn't know anything?

Now Hemmer was in a state of turmoil, he didn't want to be too much of a fool with her, he just wanted to go back to his room and stay quiet for a while.

Kehir, Anzales and the others were quiet, and after Hemer left, they all looked at the dead temple when they went out, looking at each other. During the hours that the lord was locked up in this temple, no one knew what was going on inside, except that when he came out, more than a thousand people inside, both friend and foe, had been reduced to bones.

What happened that night was so weird that I was scary to think about.

But Kehir and the others didn't dare to think about it, so they could only try their best to do their duty.

Hurried back to the manor, Hermer sternly warned the butler Melson not to let anyone disturb him, or he would bear the consequences.

After struggling into the room with a collapsed consciousness, a weakened Hermer collapsed on his back on the floor.

The vision in front of him changed again, and the deafening sound of fighting stimulated Hemer's nerves, and suddenly he was once again on the battlefield of another dimension, a horde of Slaanesh seekers, heart chasers, and hellwalkers galloped past him at high speed, and countless Slaanesh beasts quickly crawled through the chaotic earth with four hooves, letting out a terrifying and piercing roar. They were surrounded by a dreamlike scent that made Hemer's mind drowsy even more.

Blind, heavy-armored, heavy-armored, raiders screamed and charged in front of them, the enchanting Slaanesh Blade spat out slender letters and drove the Divine Seeker chariot with curly blades, grinding countless Nurgle spirits into minced flesh.

The sky, the ground, the armies of Slaanesh and Nurgle were playing a great game day and night, and Hemmer's consciousness had broken into the realm of death at some point.

With swift hooves and steady confidence, the great demon of Slaanesh strode out of the indulgence to meet the cheers one after another, and the blessed aura of the Prince of Darkness was enveloped like a dazzling halo. Amidst its alluring charm and dizzying hallucinogenic scent, Ez's gorgeous garments are adorned with jewels.

Wearing a gold lace openwork mask, Eth walked towards Hemmer with an extremely graceful gait, bent down to hold his hand, and the overlapping and charming voice echoed in Hemmer's ears: "We are one, you are me, I am you." From now on, I will fulfill all your wishes, hehe. ”

Ez's words are undoubtedly addictive, and she will help Hermer achieve whatever she has in mind, until she is unable to derive pleasure from other actions. If Hemmer is not strong enough, he will become obsessed with acquiring this feeling, but the threshold will continue to increase until the way of reality can no longer satisfy him, and finally he can only turn to Slaanesh, allowing him to become inhuman in exchange for a moment of satisfaction.

Hemer, of course, understood that the devil's nonsense could not be believed, and he did not hesitate to flick Ez's hand away, and his vision returned to reality, the familiar lord's room.

He took a deep breath, his whole body wet with cold sweat. However, when Hemmer thought he had temporarily regained consciousness, the ensuing wave of desire overwhelmed him again.

"Ah!!h

There was an inhuman wail in the lord's room, and the servants and sergeants of the manor had been ordered to die, and even if there was any great commotion inside, they must turn a blind eye and never step into the room, or else they will bear the consequences.

Aurelia was the only one who hesitated in the hallway outside the room, but finally decided to go in and have a look.

"Sister, don't go in!" Aren, who was accompanying him, hurriedly grabbed Aurelia and anxiously persuaded: "Brother Hemer may be crazy now, don't go in." ”

Aurelia shook her head, "I can't just leave him alone in the room, something will happen." ”

Alleyne hugged Aurelia's arm and didn't let go, looking pleading.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I know how to use life magic, so even if I can't heal him, I can defend myself from being hurt by him. Aurelia smiled easily, then pushed Aren's hand away and tried to knock on the door.

As a result, the door suddenly opened, and a hand printed with purple magic patterns dragged the exclamated Aurelia inside, with a bang. The door to the room slammed shut.

No matter how Ellen hammered the door and called out to those inside, there was no response.

He stood alone at the door of the room, and could only hear the sound of falling debris and pleading.